Innocencia at Maturite (Innocence and Maturity)

Summary: This is a Tie-in prequel story with The Fantasy of Reality through the eyes of Remy Anima. After fleeing from his homeland, he began dreaming a mysterious cry from the echoes of his mind. Until, upon meeting the pokemon to their world, it rekindled his shattered soul back to life.

Chapter 2: Restaurants and Home Made Meals

Timeline: 5 days before meeting Lucy. Day 2 at 9 AM

After my very early sleep yesterday, I can feel within me a new spirit and identity leading me to a new life. That previous moment echoed as I explore the new place I am living.

I remembered last night that my little sister, Cinna Mint, begged for me that she sleeps next to me. Normally, I'd say I'm like in denial to it due to my previous experience with my past sister. So I guess my new sister understood me with respect for a moment. But throughout the evening, it was a moment of compassion that impacted my heart in several ways. Even if I'm blanketed, I still felt the cold. Maybe the winter breeze really became so foreign to me. She came to my bed and heard my shivering breath. She snuggled herself to my chest and slept as she hears my heartbeat.

All I can do was shed a few joyful tears and smile. My world never felt so cold and sharp anymore. Rather, it feels warm and soft within me. Closing my eyes, I murmured softly to her ears, "Thank you … and … good night. Sister."

Within a couple hours, our relationship grows from trainer and companion, to master and ally, to true siblings. This is something I can finally get through the pokemon themselves, "I may never have human companions again. But pokemon companions are irreplaceable." Ahh … it reminds me of the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Explorers of Sky. The hero's story is now playing in motion, minus the doom to the world and the time gears and crime jobs. But as a father figure also, it reminds me of that part of the game where the hero and heroine are raising baby Manaphy as their child. My sister is like Manaphy while I'm the couple singled as a father figure. Perhaps that was the reason why I felt much more like a pokemon rather than a human being.

Checking the garage yesterday, I find myself a bike with a basket on top to ride out in the sub-urban city. But today, I felt like having a meal outside. All thanks to Oscar.

"I won't be available for a few days since I have to bring back some of our carriage ship. In case you need to do some shopping, I may as well give you one thousand dollars. Lots of restaurants are filled with people ready to eat whatever they have to offer." Though I didn't ask him to retrieve some of my important thing back at my old country, he still did it for me. I don't know how he did it but who cares.

Grabbing myself the Australian dollars that Oscar gave to me, I picked up my sister and placed her on the basket. Well, it's better than walking. "Want to find something for us to eat?"

"Min! Ccino!" who could easily resist her charms? Most likely somebody oblivious to romance.

"Let's go then sister." With a paddle on my sturdy bike, I take a new ride to my new homeland. I can feel the wind here to be just like my old home, just better. A breath of fresh air that eased my theta.

Going at the nearest town, oh my gosh! Goodness there's a whole ton of restaurants in this country. I could feel my gut telling me that I may get lost on finding a restaurant to have a meal. Not the map location of the town. "Now what meal should I have for today?" After touring parts of the restaurant town, I ended up at one of my favorite restaurants. Tokyo Tokyo.

"Minccini. Mincci!" Arriving at the cashier, my furry sister landed next to my cashier.

"Welcome to Tokyo Tokyo sir. What order do you want sir?" the cashier lady smiled at me along with her Mothim hanging at her head. She's indeed a young adult of twenty five years old. I told her that I'll have Shrimp Tempura (Called as wrapped fried shrimp) and one large Red Iced Tea. It should normally be for me. Since I'm not sure if my sister is omnivorous or not, I gave her my vegetables. Seems one small bowl of well-cooked veggies did the trick. If there was one thing that I learned, it would be her stomach capacity. That bowl of veggies did stuff her up. Though I the saying this, my sister flinched every time I took a bite of the fried shrimp.

Leaving that restaurant, something tells me that I should start shopping meals on my own. "Restaurants will bore my taste buds if I don't start cooking my own meals soon."

"Minccino. Minccci! Ccino! Min!" sadly, I couldn't understand her speech. But I CAN see her pointing at the nearby river.

"Looks like I'll have to teach you how to speak like sister." Whispering to her hear, she tilted her head in confusion, "Do you want to relax there?"

"Min!" with that happy smile, both of us rode my bike.

Stopping my bike next to the tree both of us were sitting, I am having the scene of my life. My slightly curved lips can answer a lot. With children playing around their new companions, something tells me that Jirachi – no, Sachi was anticipating this. When her world merged with mine, I'm sure the whole world of journalists will be reporting about this unexpected scenario. But this time, this reality will slowly become the reality that I've come to know and love from a video game. Though it's not Pokemon Mystery Dungeon standards, still … I'm starting to enjoy my new life.

Three in the afternoon. I felt very light after having a scenery break. Riding my bicycle once more, both of us went to the nearby supermarket. The market itself was rather brick country classic from the design of its walls. With enough kinds of beef, pork, poultry, fruits and veggies, I paid the cashier one hundred dollars for the things that will keep both of us fed for an estimated five to seven days. Shopping spree is half way finished though. I had to buy a notebook for me to write my own diary and another one to write my new experiences that New Zealand will offer to me. That is my first new project before I get to write an original novel of mine about my old life in a fantasy genre.

Dear Diary,

Right now, I am writing my first novel just a day after the pokemon came to our world. I have to be honest though. What Oscar meant by restaurants, he meant customer FILLED UP restaurants! The amount of people eating at those places everyday made me somewhat sick in the stomach. Thus, my resolution is that I should also get used to cooking my own home made food. I can't worry too much about that since I have experience on cooking complicated meals like steamed pork soup, rice cakes, and soy sauce beef. Fruits salad was my new sister's first man made meal that I made myself. Even though Cinna Mint may be a Minccino, I don't just her as a pokemon. She means family. Well then who knows? By tomorrow evening, I have myself a chapter about my trip in New Zealand. I got half of it about the modern food culture which is rather dull overtime. Too much of the same food will always make someone sick.

-Remy Anima